Prepare yourselves, retro-pop fans, for Battlestar New Romantica: The Next Generation. Whispers from the A&R frontline suggest that Nitevisions – the electro duo comprising Andy and James Taylor, sons (respectively) of Duran Duran's Andy and Roger Taylor – are in discussion with labels. At the same time an as-yet-unnamed act including Roman Kemp, son of Spandau Ballet's Martin, have recently been snapped up by Mercury.

The stars have aligned, the chinos are calling from the back of the wardrobe, the stage may soon be set for a 2010 rematch of the 80s greatest pop rumble. It'll be Gold v Rio: Resurrection.

It makes perfect sense considering that: 1) The 80s pop revival gets ever more authentic with each quiver of Elly Jackson's Back to the Future II quiff. 2) Fresh-faced remakes of every Thatcher-era nostalgia marker from Transformers to Knight Rider, Terminator and The A-Team are set to dominate the silver screen. 3) Being the offspring of someone famous is the new being talented: gossip pages are inexplicably in thrall to anyone sired by Bob Geldof, Keith Allen, Rod Stewart, Ray Winstone or Ozzy Osbourne. So surely restaging the Spandau v Duran tug-of-cash with a new cast of pretty youngsters and playing out a pan-generational celebrity pop beef ticks all cultural and commercial boxes? In fact, it's amazing no one's ever thought of pitting Stella McCartney against Jade Jagger in a to-the-death design-off.

No music has emerged from the Spandau sprog's camp as yet, but Nitevisions certainly take a fresh slant on their parents' synth suaveness: Popjustice forums credit them with splicing chunks of Cut Copy, OMD and La Roux into their DNA-driven Duranishness. Which suggests the whole thing might gear up into a modern chart supremacy battle worth hearing, and one which will no doubt spark imitators. With Michael Jackson's kids seemingly being groomed for singing careers and Madonna's daughter Lourdes recently dragged onstage at a gig in Israel, who can't forsee the next generation of Madge v Jacko in the offing?

So which new generational rivalries would you like to see? Lennon Gallagher v Missy Albarn? Frances Bean Cobain v whatever creatures crawl off the back of Billy Corgan if you feed him after midnight? Personally, I find myself relieved that Tupac didn't have any children.